My clothes are ripped. Walid and I are
covered in sweat. He’s breathing heavy. It must be 7 am in
the morning and I fell asleep on his bed.

“Round 3…”

He whispers it in my ear.

I’m shocked that he can still go.
The attraction blows my mind as Walid’s strong muscular hands
grab me from the back. He pulls me close. He thrusts his hips
forward until his dick is inserted into me. He strokes me slow at
first and then harder!

Before I know it, he’s beating my
ass up, fucking me like I did something to him.

The thrusts get deeper and deeper.
Walid doesn’t moan. He makes this grunting noise. He bites on
the back of my neck. His arms are strong and they pin me down. Even
as I try to move, I don’t too far. My ass is so sore but it
feels good at the same time.

“Yes…it’s so good.”

“Say you want it,” Walid
demands.

I never felt so…dominated in my
life. I’d had sex before. I’d had sex with really
aggressive guys but Walid is taking the cake. This is something I’ve
never experienced.

“I want it.”

“Call me daddy.”

“What?”

Walid smacks me hard on my ass. He
smacks me so hard that I jerk forward. I try to pull away but he
turns me on my stomach and mounts me. The weight of the tall
muscular man pins me on the bed. He thrusts into me. His dick makes
smacking noises as he fucks me.

“Call me DADDY!”

“Slow down…ugh slow…down…I
can’t take it.”

“Stop being a pussy.”

“What?”

I can’t believe this. Walid is
antagonizing me, being aggressive and rude but still managing to make
my as so wet that he no longer even has to spit on his dick to keep
me moist. I’m so into this and even though I’m trying to
express how odd this is I can’t help it.

“Bite down,” he commands.

I’m not sure what he means but I
find myself doing what he says.

I bite down on the pillow.

“You look like you’re in a
good mood.”

I snuck in my room later that morning.
I had barely had any sleep the entire night and I’m exhausted
from sex. I walk into the living room to see Evan and India. They
are having lunch or something like that. As I walk in I’m
smiling.

I don’t know why. I’m in
pain. I haven’t had sleep. I should feel like crap. But
instead I just feel like I had the best sex I’d ever had in my
life.

Evan laughs, “Yeah…you’re
skin is glowing. Do you have contacts on or something? I didn’t
realize your eyes are light brown.”

Evan and India are staring at me hard.

I shrug. My eyes are definitely dark
brown not light brown. “It’s probably just the light.
Or whatever. I thought you guys would be in class by now.”

“Didn’t you get the
alerts?” India asked me, “Classes are cancelled. There’s
a storm coming in.”

“Snow day? Sounds like fun.”

I go over to sit at the common area. I
can hardly sit. My ass is so sore that as I try to sit I jump up at
that moment. My ass is beyond sore.

“You ok?” Evan asks me.

The two look at me as if I have two
heads on. If I can’t be any more embarrassed I notice that
Walid walks out of his room. He has on some sweat pants.

“I’m about to go for a
jog,” Walid announces and then looks over at me, “I’ll
run to the market and get some supplies for the storm. You want some
ice…for your ass, Nasir? I kind of got carried away
yesterday. That rarely happens…”

My face turns red. Walid is so
nonchalant about it. He could care less that Evan and even India,
who he’s had sex with before are in the common area with us.
He stares at me waiting for my answer and I’m flushed with
embarrassment.

“Um. Thanks.”

Walid nods and walks out of the cabin.
I didn’t think he was the type to offer assistance. Maybe he
just feels bad that he stretched my asshole out. I’m not really
sure.

I can see India’s reaction
without even looking at me. She’s spitting flames.

“You didn’t…”
she states.

Evan starts laughing, “Wait so is
Walid…is he gay?”

“He was gay last night,” I
reply taking a deep breath and finding some sort of relief that Evan
has a sense of humor about it.

“That guy is trouble,” she
replies, “I told you he was trouble. Are you that pressed for
dick Nasir?”

I’m shocked by how she’s
talking to me. She is more bothered by the fact that Walid and I had
sex than I assumed she would be. She is glaring at me!

“Why do you care if they had
sex?” Evan asks India, “You don’t still have
feelings for him do you?”

“You do seem kind of jealous
India.”

“It’s not that…it’s
just…” India starts.

Evan and I look at her. India is
acting a little…weird to say the least. She stares at Evan
and then stares at me like she wants to say something. She doesn’t
though. She just stands there and hesitates. I never noticed India
being short to say something. Even back when we were kids she was so
outspoken. Shutting India up was usually a bigger issue then getting
her to speak.

India shakes her head, “Nothing.
I should get going…you know. Prepare for the storm.”

India shakes her head at that moment
and walks out.

I can tell Evan is feeling funny about
it. He doesn’t say anything. In fact he tries to change the
subject butI know that he’s intimidated by Walid. After last
night I can see why. Walid’s sex wasn’t normal sex. It
was almost…I don’t know…animalistic…

There was no way someone could be
satisfied with a normal guy like Evan after having sex with Walid. I
wondered if Evan was a little bit aware of that.

The grocery store is packed when we get
there. It’s the only market in Vanderbilt and it’s
something like a zoo really. I’m not sure what this storm is
going to be about but it’s clear everyone is panicking a little
bit. It’s already started to snow a little bit outside.

“Wish I had a bigger jacket,”
I tell Evan.

“You’ll be fine. Maybe we
can get together…watch movies or something until it passes,”
Evan replies.

“I figured you would want to be
hanging out with India.”

“She has a thing she has to go
to.”

“In the storm?”

Evan shrugs, “Yeah. Don’t
make me think about it. Do you think---nah…I’m
tripping.”

“Do I think what?”

“Like your cousin sneaks round a
lot?”

I haven’t really had the chance
to think about it. I mean Evan and I were always together. I
assumed that he’d spend a lot more time with his girlfriend
than me but that wasn’t the case. India was rarely around. I
just assumed she was busy these past few weeks.

“Maybe she has really hard
classes,” I reply, “Evan, she’s really into you.”

“You think?”

I don’t know. I’m just
trying to make him feel better. Truth is I like Evan. He’s
friendly and he’s good company. I haven’t had the chance
to make any friends really. Walid was always banging someone and we
hadn’t had the chance to be alone really. Evan is sweet but I
would assume India would treat him better. I’d assume she
wanted to spend more time with him. So when I tell Evan that she’s
into him I’m hoping that she really is.

“Sure,” I say but struggle
to change the subject, “Should we bring something back for
Walid? Maybe some bread.”

“Only thing I’ve ever seen
Walid eat was meat. Maybe he’s on like the Atkin’s diet
or something. That would explain that body of his,” Evan asks,
“It’s like he purposely walks around without a shirt. I
can’t stand the guy. Is Meat-atarian a thing?”

We are in the meat aisle. He hands me
a steak.

“Big large…hefty…11
inches worth of thick juicy man meat,” I state.

I’m reminiscing. It’s hard
not to. Walid is…fucking sexy and I still can’t believe
I had sex with him.

“Ew, can you not do that?”

“Do what?”

“You’re like all into him
daydreaming and shit,” Evan shakes his head, “I don’t
mind you being gay. I support it. But when you start acting like a
middle aged woman reading 50 shades of Grey, shit get’s weird
yo.”

I laugh and throw the meat at Evan. He
dodges the meat and it flies over his shoulder hitting the person
behind him.

I notice the person who it hits.

It’s the quiet boy.

“Hey…sorry about that,”
I reply.

His voice is low almost down to a
whisper, “It’s…ok…”

“You’re in a lot of my
classes right?” I ask, “A freshman.”

The boy stares at me for a moment. He
doesn’t speak. He just stands there. He’s looking over
at Evan and clearly Evan is listening to our conversation. It isn’t
until Evan turns around that the boy finally speaks to me.

“Sort of. I dropped out mid
semester last year so I had to start all over here,” he says.

I nod. He’ so shy I can barely
hear what he’s saying when he talks. As I get closer though I
notice his lips are bigger than I thought. He’s so attractive.
He has that shy dismal look on his face. He looks so sad and
almost…depressed. He’s dressed in all black again.

“Oh this is my first year,”
I stated, “I’m Nasir.”

“NASIR!”

I reach out to shake his hand. He
stares at it for a minute and slowly itches his hands out of his
pockets. He seems so nervous…almost anxious.

Just at that moment I turn to see two
girls. They call my name almost as though they know me. I try to
tell them to hold on but when I turn back to the quiet boy I realize
that he’s no there anymore. He’s…disappeared.

Damn. Still didn’t get his name.

“Do I know you?” I ask the
one girl.

She’s pretty. One is black and
the other is white. Besides their race you would think they looked
alike. The black girl has wavy hair that falls to her shoulders
almost like a wavy bob. She had dark eyes and she’s so close
that I realize she’s wearing contacts. The other girl is a tan
looking white girl. She may even be Spanish. I’m not sure.
Her hair is jet black almost the color of mine.

The black girl looks so familiar. I’ve
seen her before but I can’t put my finger on it. Who is she
and why is it that my little quiet friend ran away as soon as he saw
her walk over.

“I’m Naomi. You know like
Naomi Campbell. Don’t I look like her?” the black girl
asks and before I get to answer she turns to her friend, “This
is Amina.”

“We’ve heard a lot about
you,” Amina states.

“From who?”

The girls look at one another.

“From Walid of course.”

They say it as though I’m
expecting. That is when I remember. I’ve seen both of these
girls on different occasions. They had been coming out of Walid’s
room. Walid had sex with both them. I was sure of it. Now after he
fucked them they were standing here in my face?

I shake my head confused. I definitely
don’t need the drama.

“Look I don’t know if
either of you guys are Walid’s girl. I didn’t know
anything about that.”

The girls laugh.

“Walid doesn’t do
relationships,” the white girl Amina says shaking her head,
“Besides. We wanted to invite you somewhere. On behalf of
Walid.”

I’m confused.

“Why didn’t Walid invite me
somewhere himself?”

“Formality. Really,” Naomi
replies, “We are having a party tonight.”

“There’s a storm tonight.”

“Exactly. It’s a lock in,”
Naomi replies, “It’s in the old shelter down the road.
Safe. There’s going to be food. Drinks. A good time really.
Here. Hope to see you there.”

She hands me an invite.

They turn and walk away but Amina stops
and turns back, “Walid hopes to see you there as well…”

I feel bad that Evan didn’t get
an invite to this party. Evan doesn’t’ seem too
surprised though. A part of me wonders why Walid would just leave
out his other roommate like that if he was having a get together.

“You should just come,” I
tell Evan.

He’s in my room and I’m
dressed. I look at myself in the mirror.

“I didn’t get an invite,”
Evan replies.

I grab my brush, “I’m
inviting you.”

“It’s not your party. And
will you stop brushing your hair?” Evan asks, “Walid
won’t want to be your boyfriend if it falls out.”

I shake my head, “Walid
supposedly doesn’t get into relationships. Him and his
admirers make that a very sticky point.”

“Hey?” Evan states.

“Yeah?”

“Be careful,” Evan replies.

It’s a weird thing to say
especially coming from Evan. I’m not sure how much he knows
about Walid or anything like that but he seems a little concerned.

“Why?”

“I dunno. Walid always just
seemed a little. I dunno. Just be careful man.”

My mind races as I walk out that night.
I can’t help but to think of his warning. I’m confused
however on why he is giving me this warning. Where is this coming
from?

The snow has already started to fall
heavily out of the sky. It’s dumb for me to be going to this
thing but I have this…urge to. I can’t explain it.
Maybe it’s the fact that Walid invited me to it. I’m not
sure what it is. I just have this interest in going. The weather
doesn’t seem to influence me differently and neither does the
warning that comes from Evan.

I walk down the hill. The two girls
left me a handwritten map of where to go. The snow is sticking as I
walk through it. It crunches underneath my boots. It’s hard
to see but I manage to make it down the side of the mountain towards
the shelter that is drawn out on the map.

The shelter is isolated, away from the
school. It’s a big building that looks like it could serve as
a gymnasium or something like that.

I walk over and try to open the
door…but it’s locked.

I’m thinking I have the wrong
place but then all of a sudden the door opens and a boy is standing
there. The boy has green eyes with a tinge of grey in them. His
eyes are…mesmerizing. He’s brown-toned…I’m
thinking he must be bi-racial or something.

When he opens the door he just stares
at me. There is no music behind him. There is no sound of a party
at all.

“I must have the wrong place,”
I tell him.

I look down at the map. I’m not
sure where I could have gone wrong but this definitely doesn’t
seem like some party or even a get together at that.

“You’re at the right
place,” he tells me.

His voice is serious. He doesn’t
smile at me or anything like that. His green/grey eyes reflect the
moonlight and he steps to the side so that I can walk in. When I
take a step inside of the building I watch as he locks it behind it.
He puts a latch at on the door. I feel this awkwardness as he does
it.

“That Bitch from Frozen is
letting it go ALL over the place out there,” I tell him.

The boy looks at me. He doesn’t
laugh. His handsome stern face just nods as though I was saying a
boring fat or something like that.

“This way…” he
replies.

I’m confused as he speaks. He
leads me down a hallway and he walks me into a room. This part of
the room does seem more like a get together. There is food. Meat
platters. Then I do hear music and realize the reason that I haven’t
heard the music before was because it’s so low. It’s not
even like rap music. They are playing fucking classical music.

It’s weird as fuck really.

As I walk in the first people I
recognize are Walid, India and Amina.

Walid smiles at me, “I see you
met my brother, Fang.”

I turn to the boy who opened the door
for me. I attempt to reach over to shake his hand but he seems to be
having no parts of it. He just stares at my hand.

“Nice…um..name,” I
tell Fang.

Fang crosses his arms, “Can we
just get this over with?”

He walks away at that moment.

Walid shakes his head, “Real
charmer isn’t he?”

“Not everyone can be the playboy
Walid,” another voice says.

I turn and am shocked to see Professor
Timus there. He’s stands next to Walid but doesn’t
approach him. This is a pretty small get-to-gether.

And why would they invite a professor
to a get together.

“Nice to see you again
professor.”

He smiles back warmly but doesn’t
say anything. He walks away from me still not walking too close to
Walid. I find it strange how he avoids getting close to Walid like
that. He stands next to Fang and the two girls.

“I’m so glad you came,”
Walid tells me.

He smiles at me.

He takes a step closer to me.

“Sure,” I reply, “I
mean what do you guys do this a lot or…”

They are looking at me almost like I’m
an alien. Their stares make me feel naked. Walid is almost looking
through me with his eyes. He’s staring so hard at me.

He interrupts me, “Come on out…”

“What?”

I’m confused on what he’s
saying but then I realize someone actually does come out. It’s
my cousin India. Is she who he is telling to come out?

I turn to India, “What are you
doing here?” I ask her.

India ignores me. She is staring at
Walid.

“He isn’t ready…”
she says.

While the others watch me, my cousin
looks bitter. I’m so confused! These people are acting like
weirdos. They are all watching me as though expecting something to
happen. Nothing is happening though. Nothing at all is happening.

Walid is looking at me. He starts
snapping his fingers and making a noise at the corner of his mouth.
He is looking right at me when he does it. What the fuck is going
on?

“Come on! Come on out boy!”
Naomi starts to join him.

They are all looking at me and they are
start calling me. It’s the weirdest thing. All of them are
doing it besides India. And for some reason it’s making me
feel…nauceous as they do it. My stomach begins to turn the
more I hear it. The professor is whistling at me. Fang is snapping
his fingers. The other two girls are shouting and slapping their
legs.

It’s almost like they are…like
they are calling a dog.

My stomach turns. The voices get
louder. India looks over at me and starts shaking her head. She
crosses her arms.

“India…what’s
happening?” I ask my cousin.

My cousin doesn’t respond.

Walid takes a few steps towards me,
“Don’t shy. Let the animal out.”

I don’t know what’s going
on with me but all of a sudden my body doesn’t feel like my
body anymore. Something is happening. I feel myself ripping my
clothes off. No. Not pulling them off. Ripping them off. My
fingers scratch.

I feel like I’m losing
consciousness.

I start to run at that moment. I’m
trying to get away from the voices.

I’m trying to get away from them.

But I’m clumsy. I’m
falling. My heartbeat is getting faster. My bones are making this
cracking noise. At first it feels like pain but then it doesn’t
Soon it feels good. Soon it feels like my body is stretching and
contorting during sex. I’m being pushed to a limit that I
can’t understand. The world is so much larger now. I’m
hearing so many things. I’m smelling so many things.

And I’m running. I’m
running as fast as I can.

And I notice Walid at my back.

He’s following me!

And here I am at the back of the
entrance. There is a reflection from the glossy metal door and I
don’t recognize this…THING staring back at me.